Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Rick Riordon does.
Summary: He's so much like Thalia it hurts. It's like being thrown painfully into the past.
He drools when he sleeps, she hopes he knows that. That's right, Percy Jackson, Defeater of the Minotaur and probably the Son of one of the Big Three, drools when he sleeps. It's not fair, why does he have to be so much like her?
"Thalia," says a little girl with curly blond hair, shaking a girl's shoulder.
The girl, named Thalia, had pitch-black hair, a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a spray of freckles across her nose. Thalia was sleeping, and while she was sleeping, there was drool trickling out of the side of her mouth.
"Thalia," says the little girl again.
Thalia's eyes flash open, "What is it? Is there a monster? Where?"
The little girl laughs, "No, but you drool when you sleep."
"You woke me up because I drool when I sleep?" asks Thalia, looking at the girl in fake anger. Thalia stands up, picks up the girl, and spins around in circles, the little girl giggles repeatedly.
She looks at the Minotaur horn in his hand, and she looks at him. There's no laughing this time she says it, "You drool when you sleep."
She whirls herself around and runs down the hill, she can feel her curly blond hair flying behind her.
You drool when you sleep
She wonders why he has to be like her, and why he has to throw her into the past. Throw her painfully into the past.
She knows it's not fair for her because Percy reminds Annabeth of Thalia, and she misses her. Why did you have to be so selfless?